
While mowing near the shop yesterday, Ricky saw the three dogs with their eyes on the gutter. He found this little squirrel in there alone.
By this morning, we thought we had lost him. He was so lethargic, but once he took some formula, he perked up for a few minutes...then he went to sleep!
We are naming him Lucky, only because he was found on St. Patrick's Day, and as Ricky says, "He is lucky the dogs didn't get a hold of him!"
Just another of the things I love about my husband: he has a soft heart for living creatures! We know we can not keep this squirrel, but he is going to try to keep him alive so he will have a chance when released.
So, thanks for being with us a short while, Lucky!

